After dashing round the ramshackle theater trying to clean it, Zoe suddenly, in the midst of sneezing, realized that it would need far more than a quick flick of a duster to get the place ship shape. To cheer the work along music was required. The first few tunes had blasted over the airwaves and the 'duster busting' was going swell till the music stopped. 'Maybe it's a game of musical chairs' thought Zoe till a story broke the silence. Not any old story, oh no! It was a Shellies story. 'Once more our paths have crossed!' whispered Zoe, 'But who are The Shellies? Who are you?' she demanded.